Shelter from the Storm Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Shelter from the Storm Pt. 02

... sighed Pete, stretching his arms as he relaxed back onto the pillows.

"Later then," grinned Ben, leaning in for a last kiss. I made out with him briefly, then leaned over and kissed Pete too. Picking up my long-abandoned little pink shorts from the floor, I pulled them back on, and slipped out into the courtyard.

It only occurred to me as I stepped out the door that neither Pete nor Ben had said anything like a permanent goodbye. I realised that they completely took it for granted that I would not be leaving the community.

Were they right?

I looked around the courtyard. The big wooden frame where I had seen Mason fucking that boy in punishment was still there, but it was empty now. There seemed to be nobody around.

I knew that by the rules of the community -- for all those rulesdid apply to me while I was still here, even if I didn't choose to stay -- any man who saw me and took a fancy to me would have the right to take me and fuck me. Maybe even keep me for the whole night. Part of me deep inside stirred eagerly at the thought, a little shiver going through me at the idea of some unknown man having his way with me. But I pushed the impulse away. I had left the others because I wanted to be alone and think. That meant I ideally didn't want to be spotted by any of the big boys.

But where could I go? I didn't even know my way around this place.

Then my eyes alighted on a staircase carved into one of the other walls of the courtyard. A staircase that ...

... seemed to lead all the way up to the top of the outer walls, and the distant battlements above.

That was an idea. I could go up on the walls. I could see the outside from there, and suddenly I had an urge to do just that -- to look out from the walls of this fortified place onto the wild world outside.

Quickly, I hurried across to the staircase and began to climb. I had been right: it did lead onto the outer walls of the fortress. I found myself on a broad, flat, high stone battlement. I could see the figures of men some distance away to my left and right, stood looking out at the land around. Both of them glanced at me as I stepped out, but neither of them approached. I guess they must be on some kind of watch duty.

Behind the fortress -- towering far above the grand cylindrical central tower -- was the rising slope of a high mountain, its peak gleaming as the exposed rock caught the sun. I admired it for a moment, then turned and walked over to the edge of the wall, looking out through the crenellations at the land below. I was looking at a shadowy landscape, a few hilltops still bathed in the glow of the late afternoon sun, but with the valleys between lying in deep gloom. The forest I had wandered through last night, in the thick of the storm, lay close against the hillsides all around. Far away, in the lowland, I could see the dark, grimy sprawl of the city I had fled.

That was the world I had known. The world where I had always been on the run. Always having to ...